Forcas wanted to see how far she could push Nasiah. She was annoyed and yet intrigued to see how that little boy was able to handle so much and always seemed to be calm.
There was this ethereal beauty and nature to him that she could not inherently understand and yet she was drawn towards like iron to a magnet.
Even now, after everything that had happened to his people, after watching them be disgraced in front of him, he returned a sense of decorum and most surprising, mercy.
Why did he retain his mercy? Why did he continue to want to forgive them? It was a strange desire to hold in one's heart, especially considering who he had it for.
She would have understood it for lesser things, such as harassment or even a good scrap or two. But they violated and stripped the dignity of his people.
No matter how many innocent people there were, what mattered most of all was the fact that they were still somewhat complacent in what happened.